Li had raised him with great difficulty. Jiangnan was a dangerous place, and many eyes were watching them, especially the county magistrate, who was particularly afraid that Li might resort to desperate measures, such as arson and injuring people.
Fortunately, Li Xiuxiu was completely devoted to Yi Changfeng at the time. Despite her helplessness, she could only swallow her anger, seek medical treatment, and even sell the last bit of her family property.
This saved Yi Changfeng's life. The county magistrate, seeing that they posed no threat and that the orphan and widow were both sick and disabled, withdrew his watchful eye from them.
Li Xiuxiu made a decisive move and fled in the dead of night, stumbling all the way back to the capital. She didn't want anything else, she just wanted to find a better doctor to see her.
Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Their escape route had exhausted all their money, and because they had run away without a travel permit, they became unregistered residents in the capital.
He could only live in an alley in the west of the city, a place where commoners gathered. He relied on the porridge given by high-ranking officials and nobles to get by, but this also made Yi Changfeng's health worse.
Li Xiuxiu thought about it and blamed herself more and more. She should have stayed in the capital from the beginning. At least the gold and silver treasures of the General's Mansion would not have attracted the covetousness of the group from Jiangnan.
Furthermore, this implicated her maternal grandparents' family and even caused her maternal grandfather's death. She felt ashamed and had no face to face the people in the General's Mansion.
The Prime Minister's wife noticed the sadness in Li Xiuxiu's eyes. She took Li Xiuxiu's hand and held it tightly, bringing her endless warmth and strength.
The physician stroked his gray beard, looked at Xie Changling, then at Yi Changfeng, and finally bowed to Li Xiuxiu before speaking.
"Reporting to Madam, your son's pulse is extremely similar to that of the eldest son, weak and feeble, indicating a deficiency of qi and blood, and a faint sign of decline."
He left out a sentence, without saying that he was about to die. This was exactly the same pulse he had before Xie Changling got married. If things went as expected, he wouldn't live past twenty.
Even so, no matter how tactful he was, everyone understood him. Li Xiuxiu almost slipped off her chair, unable to withstand the blow and nearly fainted.
The Prime Minister's wife had her maid help Li Xiuxiu sit up, and she looked anxious as she hurriedly asked.
"Sir, you are a man of great talent and superb medical skills. My son almost died back then, but you saved him. Is this young master truly beyond medical help?"
The old doctor stroked his beard, his expression calming down, and carefully said, "Madam, this young master's pulse is exactly the same as the eldest young master's pulse before."
Now, even the Prime Minister's wife dared not speak. She knew that her son had come back from the brink of death; if it weren't for Lingxi...
Yes, Lingxi!
Ke Lingxi is already the wife of Changling, the young mistress of their Prime Minister's residence, this—
After thinking it over, the Prime Minister's wife decided not to tell Li Xiuxiu about Song Lingxi's help to Xie Changling's condition. Firstly, it was just her guess and not accurate.
Secondly, it's because Song Lingxi's husband can only be Xie Changling. Compared to someone else's son, her own son is naturally more important. Don't blame her for being ruthless; anyone else would have done the same.
The Prime Minister's wife understood and immediately interrupted the physician: "Please, sir, give the young master the best medicine, and spare no expense to save his life."
The physician nodded in agreement, but didn't say anything more. After all, this involved the Prime Minister's family affairs, and since the Prime Minister's wife had spoken, he naturally couldn't say anything more.
"I will do my best to save the young master. I will go and get the medicine now."
After the physician finished speaking, he received the Prime Minister's wife's approval and was about to leave with his medicine box when she suddenly called him back: "Wait, sir, there is one more patient."
The physician glanced at Li Xiuxiu beside her, looked at her twisted and deformed legs, nodded, and began to take her pulse.
During the consultation, Li Xiuxiu kept asking, "Doctor, how much longer can my son live? I've searched all the clinics, and they all say he doesn't have long to live..."
The physician interrupted her: "Madam, your son can live at least another four years. If he is well cared for, he may even live longer."
"But you, Madam, suffer from numerous ailments. You toil day and night, and the serious injury you sustained years ago, which didn't receive timely treatment, has left you with many lingering health problems..."
The physician looked grave. This pulse was even worse than that of the young master; it was the pulse of a true dying man, clinging to life by sheer willpower.
"I know." Li Xiuxiu nodded at him, looking indifferent to life and death, indicating that he should stop talking and stop there.
"Mother!" But Yi Changfeng wasn't deaf, so how could he not understand what the doctor meant?
Yi Changfeng suddenly stood up, took three steps in two, and quickly went to Li Xiuxiu, knelt down, his eyes filled with sorrow and disbelief!
"Mother, the doctors at the clinic all said your health is very good, how could this be, how could this be..."
Yi Changfeng couldn't believe it. His mother's body was already at its limit. How could those doctors have lied to him? They always went to the clinic together and stayed by each other's side!
"Mother, Mother, don't scare me. We've been to so many clinics, and they all say you've recovered very well. Is it him? He's just talking nonsense..."
Yi Changling's voice trembled slightly, and his lips shook uncontrollably. He was completely irrational, which put Li Xiuxiu in a difficult position.
She couldn't very well say the doctor was wrong, after all, she had gone to the clinic with Feng'er beforehand to scout it out, and she had seen a doctor there, but there was no cure.
But she persevered year after year, and now, seeing that Yi Changfeng has found his family and that his close friends will help take care of him, her heart has suddenly settled down.
At least, I no longer worry day and night that if I die, will Feng'er also give up on herself and follow me to the underworld, and the mother and son will go to the Yellow Springs together.
Normally, if someone said his medical skills were not good, the physician would be furious. But when faced with a dying person, he was much more tolerant of her family and just remained silent.
The Prime Minister's wife also knew that with Yi Changfeng present, she couldn't ask too many questions about this matter. She decided to ask the physician after he left.
"By the way, you've all been outside, you must not have eaten yet. Why don't you stay and have lunch together at noon?"
Li Xiuxiu knew that He Xiangning was trying to help her out, so she quickly took over the conversation and patted Yi Changfeng's head: "Don't think like that. Your mother can still live well and stay with you until you get married and have children."
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